meteorpod

[meteorpod]

Indeed he knows how difficult the Zero Point can be. After all it took him eight years to wait for Cattus to emerge from the Ice King's glacier to assist in getting the Zero Point out of the vault. Though the Cattus' job was to locate the Zero Point, it'd end up with Paradigm's Metal Team Leader to actually release the Zero Point. The Visitor's head raised a little, “ It's good to see you again brother. " It's been quite a long time since he's last seen his older brother.

There's silence, then there's, " Foundation. "

     he’d noticed the other’s approach, but only turned, slowly and in silence, when he’d been addressed. " ------ ? “ been a while since they last met...

[meteorpod]

[. me sitting here knowing I need to do my tags.

[meteorpod]

M101 by NASA Hubble

[meteorpod]

      Well he supposes she’s right. A meteor is always quite an entrance to make. Unfortunately one that grabs too much attention. He knows that personally. From the early IO’s agents meddling with his pod on Athena when he first landed in season four.

“ Are you aware that he’s in the Spire now? “

That question is crucial. There is the chance this is her first time hearing about this news.

meteorpod​:

It would seem his name proceeds him. Little does The Paradigm know,  he’s only a small walk away at the vault by Catty. When the door is opened, the reticle on his helmet closes in and opens into an ‘x’. His head would tilt up slightly, peering at the feline before at the other one of the Seven.

“ Curious… “

His first word spoken to the female.

“ You’re aware the Foundation is on the Apollo now? “ 

The robotic cat soon wriggled its way free of Signis’ hold, padding its way back over to the couch within the living room, watching carefully from afar.

Signis’ attention diverted for a mere moment, watching Kyo before it snapped back to Visitor as he made mention of Foundation. She gave a silent nod to them before finally speaking up. “I’m aware- Kind of hard to miss such an entrance.” She responded. She had watched the whole ordeal play out from a safe distance, after all…

“… Why do you ask?”

[meteorpod]

i’m worried about you. (lowqualityrp whomever you'd like this from if you have a preference!)

      “ You’re better off not Johnathan. “

[meteorpod]

      It's more of a surprise since the next island hasn't been planned out yet. His study of Apollo is nowhere near complete and the Imaginative Order has been no help to make his research easy. First their guards then their annoying agent. " Then we'll fasten your stay. "

There's silence, then there's, " Foundation. "

     he’d noticed the other’s approach, but only turned, slowly and in silence, when he’d been addressed. " ------ ? “ been a while since they last met...

[meteorpod]

☼ & ■ ?

[. He’s a fashionable boy. He’s also kinda a toothpick. A semi beefy toothpick.

[meteorpod]

therapy / talking about trauma / post - trauma starters. feel free to change things as necessary. 

would you like to talk about it?

please tell me what’s bothering you.

hey, are you okay?

i don’t have to know everything. just what you’re comfortable telling me.

i’m your friend. of course i care.

there’s nothing bad about going to therapy.

would you like to try a different approach?

i – i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.

is this helping?

i’ll try not to ask a lot of questions.

i’m always here if you need me.

shh, it’s alright. shh. 

we’re safe now. you’re safe now.

it was just a nightmare.

sweetheart, you have to tell me these things.

you know i’d never judge you for that, right?

i’m worried about you.

is something going on? 

everything you say will just be between you and me.

what method do you prefer?

do you need help falling asleep?

anything i could do to help?

why are you like this?

i understand. 

sweetie, is there something you aren’t telling me? what’s wrong?

let’s get you cleaned up.

this is good. this is important. 

you’re healing, and healing takes time. 

we can do more tomorrow.

how about you get some sleep, hm?

bedtime.

it’s ok not to be ok.

tomorrow is another day.

hey, hey, hey. look at me, look at me. it’s okay.

breath in for seven seconds, exhale for eleven …

do you need some space?

remember, look for things that you can touch. ground yourself.

[meteorpod]

Character Appearance Meme:

A faceclaim only goes so far, and even then sometimes their accuracy next to the vision in your head is only so-so. Send a symbol for a clearer picture!

☼ How does your character usually dress in daily life?

♔ How does your character usually dress for a fancy event?

✍ How does your character usually dress when going to work/school?

✂ How does your character usually style their hair?

♔ What (if any) jewelry does your character usually wear?

∇ What (if any) make-up does your character usually wear in daily life?

▼ What (if any) make-up does your character usually wear for fancy events?

👠 What kind of shoes does your character usually wear in daily life?

👓 What kind of mobility or assistive devices (if any) does your character use in daily life? (Glasses, canes, hearing aides, wheelchairs, etc.)

✗ What (if any) scars does your character have?

♠ What (if any) tattoos does your character have?

☾ What (if any) birthmarks does your character have?

Ұ How short/tall is your character compared to their peers?

■ How thin/heavy is your character compared to their peers?

[meteorpod]

It would seem his name proceeds him. Little does The Paradigm know,  he’s only a small walk away at the vault by Catty. When the door is opened, the reticle on his helmet closes in and opens into an ‘x’. His head would tilt up slightly, peering at the feline before at the other one of the Seven.

“ Curious... “

His first word spoken to the female.

“ You’re aware the Foundation is on the Apollo now? “ 

@meteorpod liked for a starter!

She didn’t… Expect to have any visitors to mount Kay. Let alone… The Visitor.  Signis took her attention off her Kyo unit who was clambering about the furniture within the house, and came to a halt by the front door. The feline hopped up onto the windowsill beside the door, peering out at the armored man outside. 

Signis grabbed the feline up into her arms, holding tightly to them before opening the door, a confused expression present on her face. “Hey– Can I… Help you with something…?”

[meteorpod]

      Yes, it’s been well over a year. In his case at least. The Seven never have their times straight with each other. " I didn't think you'd make it to Apollo. "

There's silence, then there's, " Foundation. "

     he’d noticed the other’s approach, but only turned, slowly and in silence, when he’d been addressed. " ------ ? “ been a while since they last met...

[meteorpod]

[. The Visitor, Dr. Vinderman and Clovis Bray share the same braincell of causing problems to the entire universe.

[meteorpod]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴀᴛʜᴇɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴘᴏʟʟᴏ

ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴠᴇɴ.                                                                                                                                ᴢᴇʀᴏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsɪᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛʟᴀɴᴅᴇʀ.                                                                                                                                 sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ. #FNRP/#D2RP | DcddyNegan/#Negan | #ᴏᴠᴇʀᴅʀɪᴠᴇ

[meteorpod]

[. Revamp initiated.

[meteorpod]

ANASIS-II MISSION by Official SpaceX Photos

[meteorpod]

Thirteenth Doctor Sentence Starters

With sentences from series 11 and 12.

“Don’t be scared. All of this is new to you, and new can be scary. Now we all want answers. Stick with me — you might get some.”

“Enough questions. You lot, you love to chat, I get it. Lots to do. I’m working on it all….Give me nine minutes, a bit of quiet, and I’ll be ready to roll. Scout’s honor.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a plan….Well, I will have by the time we get to the top.”

“It’s a work in progress, but so is life.“

“These legs definitely used to be longer!”

“…’cause we’re all capable of the most incredible change.  We can evolve while still staying true to who we are.  We can honor who we’ve been and choose who we want to be next.”

“I’m just a traveler. Sometimes I see things need fixing, I do what I can.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve bought women’s clothes.”

“Is anyone excited? ‘Cause I’m really excited.”

“Ooh, fun fact: If you weave dragline spider silk as thick as a pencil, it’s strong enough to stop a plane in flight.”

“I eat danger for breakfast. I don’t, I prefer cereal. Or croissants. Or those little fried Portuguese—never mind, it’s not important.”

“I need oil, water, tree bark, a saucepan, nine containers, an old newspaper, a touch of ox spit, a chicken poo, and a biscuit.”

“The systems aren’t the problem. How people use and exploit the system — that’s the problem.”

“In the Old Testament. There’s a twist in the sequel: “Love thy neighbour”.“

“I know, because we’re all the same. We want certainty. Security. To believe that people are evil or heroic. But that’s not how people are. You want to know the secrets of existence? Start with the mysteries of the heart. I can show you everything if you stop being afraid of what you don’t understand, if you trust me.’”

“Fighting with the vending machine?”

“In your time, humanity is busy arguing over the washing-up while the house burns down. Unless people face facts and change, catastrophe is coming. But it’s not decided. You know that. The future is not fixed. It depends on billions of decisions, and actions, and people stepping up. Humans. I think you forget how powerful you are. Lives change worlds. People can save planets, or wreck them. That’s the choice. Be the best of humanity.”

“Oh. Hi. I don’t suppose you’ve seen anything weird around here?”

“Both of you can only be my past. But that’s impossible because I know my own past- I lived through it. All of it.”

“Are you Ed Sheeran?”

“None of us know for sure what’s out there.  That’s why we keep looking.  Keep your faith.  Travel hopefully.  The universe will surprise you.  Constantly.”

“I could show you everything if you stop being afraid of what you don’t understand.”

“I carry them with me.  What they would have thought and said and done.  Make them a part of who I am.  So even though they’re gone from the world, they’re never gone from me.”

“Love, in all it’s forms, is the most powerful weapon we have.  Because love is a form of hope and, like hope, love abides in the face of everything.”

“In the end, every living thing has the same instinct.  To come back home.”

“Who worlds pivot on acts of imagination.”

“Luckily, high-speed inventing is one of my specialisms.”

[meteorpod]

      An eye twitched under his helmet. An outsider. He wonders if she has some relation to the other two new outsiders who came onto the island in space ships. Though she wasn’t in the uniform they are in. Then again, a ship could mean anything. Maybe another sea bearing vessel. Yet again, her attire didn’t quite fit that.

      “What kind of ship?” He might as well ask. It’ll be on her whether she decides to answer.

      With the facts she already has given him, he should be more concerned. The mere fact she was injured somewhere else and ended up here. However presently, being concerned over this would be inconvenient. He’s just leave the worry to one of the other Seven and return his focus on more important matters.

      “And where did you come from?” The Visitor’s tone did change when he asked that. More demanding, more threatening for the question to be answered.

open rp || thirteenth doctor

Her mouth tasted like copper, which, generally, wasn't a good sign. It was getting stronger, flooding out all her other senses. And right now, she needed to focus on a lot of things. There was always something more important than taking care of herself. The tickle in the back of her throat was overwhelming, she couldn't stop it any more.

The first cough was pathetic and scratchy. But the next - thick, the copper taste overwhelming. She coughed again, choking, retching as blood dripped down her chin. She wavered on her heels, struggling to draw in air past the thick, orange-tinted blood. The urge to cough and heave was fighting with the urge to draw air, until her respiratory bypass was forced to kick in.

She stumbled, gripping hard to the nearest surface as it finally died down. Her spare arm wrapped her chest, gasping in raspy lungfuls of oxygen, tainted by the taste of spoiled blood. Her head was spinning, pain rocking her, hating how pathetic she felt in the moment. How long had she been fighting this, now? How long pretending she was okay? Beads of sweat dripped down her neck, but at least her lungs were clear.